“The simple answer,” she says, “would be the moment you dove in after me, but back then I hadn’t discovered the depth of your compassion, how much you truly love living life, and how we seem to fit, even when we shouldn’t.” I pull her closer, my hand lost in her hair, and I hang onto her words. She clutches onto my biceps. “I knew. I knew at the Alps when I ran so fast outside in deep snow. Barefoot. Barely clothed. You’d done so much for me before then.”
